Chapter 40 Magic

Changsongzi took a deep breath of plum fragrance, which seemed to be all comfortable. He said, "Brother Yan Ji, have you ever felt that you have inhaled this fragrance? You are relaxed and happy. This is the aura of ten thousand years of plum trees."

Yan Ji carefully sniffed a burst of plum fragrance and did feel depressed. She was surprised: "It turns out that the fairy sword can also be used as a refreshing aromatherapy!"

At this moment, Yan Ji has another strange idea: the senior sister's fairy sword can be used to relieve the summer heat, and this woman's fairy sword can be used as a refreshing fragrance. If only my fairy sword would be more useful.

On the sword fighting platform, Mei Xiangxue's face was awe-inspiring, and her left hand led the sword formula to manipulate the "Mei Xiangjian" to attack Liang Xiangling. The brilliant Meixiang Sword was faster than the lightning and rushed to Liang Xiangling with the momentum of opening the mountain.

In the ten thousand red rays, a white cold light suddenly flashed, as brilliant as a meteor.

"Boom!"

The red and white light collided in mid-air, and the sound waves were deafening.

The next moment, the red light suddenly disappeared, leaving only the stars shining in the sky. Looking closely, the Mei Xiangjian, which was deadlocked in mid-air, was wrapped in a layer of ice crystals and made a low sound, as if to send a distress signal to the owner.

Mei Xiangxue frowned and finally recalled Mei Xiangjian. As soon as the fairy sword entered her hand, a layer of ice crystals wrapped around the sword immediately turned into a burst of smoke and dust. At this time, Liang Xiangling quickly stepped forward, reached out to hold the ice cold light sword in mid-air, twisted the magic formula with his left hand, waved the sword diagonally to the sky with his right hand, and shouted delicately: "The sword spirit is horizontal!"

A white light shot out from the tip of the cold light sword. The white light flew into the air and turned around, scattered into hundreds of white air swords, criscrossing and flying in the air. With the pointing of Liang Xiangling's sword, a hundred and ten white air swords flew away to Mei Xiangxue one after another.

Mei Xiang's snow face was like frost, and she was not hesitated. Her right hand quickly introduced the formula and shouted quickly, "Break!"

Only heard a loud noise, and the slate on the table broke instantly, and eight gray stone walls emerged from the ground, blocking around the plum blossoms.

This art is the "royal stone art" in Tianang Xuanshu, which belongs to the earth system metaphysics.

"Rumble..."

The white air sword hit the stone wall, and sparks flew and dust all over the sky. The stone crumbs smashed by the white air sword burst out, and the onlookers under the stage covered their heads and faces with their sleeves to avoid being hurt by the stone chips.

The gray powder broken from the stone wall filled half of the table, drowning the figure of Mei Xiangxue in the dust.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, I saw Mei Xiangxue still standing on the table with a frosty face. As if nothing had happened, the pink dress was covered with dust and looked quite embarrassed.

There was a sound of laughter under the stage, but Mei Xiangxue was not embarrassed at all, causing the fairy sword to fly up. In mid-air, the beautiful woman took a fierce look at Liang Xiangling, led the fairy sword to point diagonally to the sky, stepped on the seven stars, led the magic formula, and shouted delicately: "Purple... electric...ben... thunder."

In that room, dark clouds covered the sky, the wind suddenly rose, and the warm red morning glow of the eastern sky was covered by dark clouds. In the sky, there is a faint thunder rumbling and electric light shining.

Everyone under the stage held their breath to see this rare supreme sword formula.

Ye Yunxiao subconsciously looked at Zhou Ruohan and said coldly, "Do you see it? This is called 'Purple Electric Run Thunder'. Some people don't use the fake style to show off!"

Before Zhou Ruohan could refute, Yan Ji said first, "Who said that my sister wouldn't? Last time, some people saw my sister want to perform, and they were so scared that they fell directly from the sword fighting platform. You have fallen, and isn't it a waste of real anger for my sister to use it?

When the scandal was mentioned, Ye Yunxiao was embarrassed, snorted, and turned his eyes to the stage.

In the clouds, the fairy sword in Mei Xiangxue's hand emitted a strong purple light, and a ball of purple electricity rose and fell in the palm of her sword and gradually increased.

On the Meixiang sword, three purple electric lights flashed, and during this period, it changed from three to six... twelve... electric lights all over the sky.

At this moment, the audience ignored Liang Xiangling, but listening to the other side of the cloud, there was also a voice: "Purple electricity runs thunder!"

The pot exploded in the crowd:

"What! Can she also use the most powerful 'purple electric thunder'?

"Both will work, and now it just depends on whose cultivation is better!"

“......”

In the sky, the dark clouds are pressing down, and the rolling dark clouds seem to want to swallow the earth, and the lower it is. There is no longer a hint of glow and a trace of sunshine. I can only see a pink in the dark clouds and two white shadows standing gracefully, just like a nine-day fairy with clouds and rain.

The thunder rumbles, the purple electricity shines, and the wind suddenly rises!

"Rumble..."

"Stab..."

A burst of thunder shocked everyone and stared at the two shadows on the clouds.

The next moment, I saw the two pointed at each other.

At that moment, the thunder was sudden, the electric light shone, and the brilliant purple electric light made people unable to open their eyes.

Many people feel, experience and watch this thunder and lightning so close.

When the audience opened their eyes again, there was no dazzling electric light, and the two shadows slowly fell down. The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the incandescent sunlight penetrated through the clouds.

Mei Xiangxue fell on the table, and her body really shook, leaving a trace of blood on the corners of her mouth. The woman was still expressionless, calmed down, wiped away the blood from the corners of her mouth with her sleeves, and pointed her sword at Liang Xiangling.

In contrast, Liang Xiangling did not seem to be injured, did not spit blood, her body did not shake, and her face was slightly relaxed.

Yan Ji and Zhou Ruohan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The situation in the stands confirmed that their senior sister Liang Xiangling had won.

The long pine next to him nodded slightly and said, "Your senior sister's cold light sword ranks seventh among the top ten famous swords, which is extremely powerful, and the Meixiang sword is not among the top ten famous swords, so your senior sister has some advantages."

Yan Ji listened to the name of "Ten Famous Swords" and immediately became interested in these fairy swords and said, "These 'ten famous swords' sound very powerful. The seventh one is so powerful. The first one must be more powerful. If I can get the first sword, won't I be invincible in the world?"

With that, Yan Ji became interested in the specific names of the "Top Ten Famous Swords" and asked, "What are the top ten famous swords?"

Chang Songzi slowly introduced: "The first place is the 'magic sword', which is the sword of Lin Yan, a sword demon of 600 years ago. With Lin Yan's seclusion, this sword has not appeared for 600 years; the second is the sword of the contemporary sword god 'Luo Qingyan'. Since the sword god lived in seclusion, this sword has also disappeared. Decades; the third is Jinghong, and the fourth is the Sanqing Sword, which is divided into three handles: Shangqing, Yuqing and Taiqing. The fifth is the Yanshan School Zhenshan Divine Sword 'Running Thunder' Sword..."

"Wait!" Yan Ji suddenly stopped Nagamatsuko and was surprised, "What do you think the third-ranked sword is called?"

Changmatsuzi didn't know why. He just thought he didn't hear it clearly and repeated: "The third place is 'Jinghong'!"

Yan Ji's first reaction was that this fairy sword and Master Guangyi passed on his fairy sword and shouted, "It's the same name as my fairy sword!" Master's fairy sword is also called 'Jinghong'.

Chang Songzi subconsciously glanced at the bronze sword in Yan Ji's hand. The appearance was as ordinary as ordinary iron, and there was no fairy spirit. Unlike other fairy swords, even if it was not injected with true spirit by the owner, it could emit various colors of glory.

Chang Songzi took the bronze sword in Yan Ji's hand, stroked it carefully, and then pulled the sword body out of the scabbard. Suddenly, he saw the sword body writing two golden ancient characters 'Jinghong' near the hilt of the sword.

Changmatsuzi frowned, and then muttered, "The shape of this sword is exactly the same as the 'Jinghong' described in the book. The appearance is not much different from the ordinary bronze sword, but it is heavier than the bronze sword. Yes, this is the characteristic of the 'Jinghong' sword."

Yan Ji was stunned for a long time before he recovered and asked, "Master, my fairy sword is the third among the top ten famous swords! More powerful than my senior sister's fairy sword?"

Chang Songzi handed the "Rainbow" fairy sword back to Yan Ji's hand and smiled, "The power of the top ten names can't just look at the ranking!" After saying that, there was another exclamation: "I didn't expect that this 'wow rainbow' fell into the hands of Uncle Guangyi."

On the sword fighting platform, the two shadows confronted each other for a long time. Finally, Mei Xiangxue broke the silence: "Sister Liang, go on. Although I was a little injured, I can continue to compete. Maybe I can beat you!"

After saying that, a little red light on Mei Xiang's sword rekindled, and the red light was strong again. She walked seven steps in a row, stepped on the seven-star direction, and said, "Xuanhuo Yuntian!"

On the table, the fire is all over the sky, and the people under the stage can also feel the heat wave coming from afar.

The red fire was burning brightly, and the fire was strong. Two fire dragons circled and danced, with their teeth and claws, almost covering the whole sword fighting platform. The plum-scented snow in the blazing fire is like a fire god, standing proudly in the sea of fire.

The fourth type of 'Xuanhuo Yuntian' is a powerful fire sword formula, which is far more powerful than the fire art in Tianang Xuanjutsu.

Under the stage, Changmatsuko shook his head gently and whispered, "I used the strong horizontal sword formula in the 'shocking eight' twice in a row, and this time I was injured again. It's really unwise. Your senior sister should be able to win."

Yan Ji and Zhou Ruohan were happy for a while. He also saw the vision of Nagamatsuko and knew that Nagamatsuko's analysis was accurate.

Even so, Liang Xiangling still dared not neglect. She also stepped on the seven-star position and said softly, "Ice Blade Prison!"

In an instant, the frost was all over the sky, and the cold air hit people. The other half of the fighting sword platform is a scene of cold wind and snow. Liang Xiangling, dressed in white, stands in the snow, like a fairy in the snow. The corners of his clothes are fluttering, which is beautiful and unsalable.

"Kka, Ka, Ka..."

There was a sound of breaking ice, and thousands of sharp ice cones drilled out of the calm snow, splitting on the sword fighting platform like plum piles.

In the middle of the sword fighting platform, an iceberg rises, dividing the whole sword fighting platform into two halves. At this moment, the sword fighting platform is the scene of ice and fire.

"Break!"

The two led the sword formula and drank out at the same time.

With a roar of dragons and tigers, two huge fire dragons opened their teeth and danced their claws and rushed to Liang Xiangling, pouring everything in the world.

The fire waves more than two feet high followed the fire dragon, like Qiantang Chaoxin.

The heat wave spread everywhere and permeated the whole Sword Square, burning the square like a stove. There were many onlookers with low cultivation who could not resist the heat and sweated like rain.